After my family was exterminated, Dayna remained calm and indifferent, like a chrysanthemum. Fortunately, she was accepted into the Divine Mountainhead of the sect as a disciple and refused to disrespect my parents. However, the head of the sect judged me as disrespectful and Dayna was accepted as a closed-door disciple due to her loyalty and righteousness. After three years of mourning, we both fell into the Demon Clan during the ceremony of apprenticeship. While I struggled to find food and water, Dayna refused to eat anything that was not dignified. She criticized me for being subservient to the Demon Clan and lacking integrity. In the end, I died of starvation while Dayna gained favor with the Demon Sovereign and became her loyal servant. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my family was exterminated.
Chapter 1
[1]
After my family was tragically wiped out, my sister Dayna remained calm and composed, like a serene flower in a storm.
When the head of the Divine Mountain sect took notice of me, she calmly declined on my behalf.
"How can you be so heartless and ungrateful, not even properly mourning our parents!"
Because of this, the head of sect deemed me disrespectful to my parents.
However, Dayna, being seen as loyal and righteous, was accepted as the head of sect's last disciple, accepted into the Immortal Sect, and was to officially become a disciple after a three-year mourning period.
Three years later, during the ceremony, both Dayna and I were captured by the Demon Clan.
The food and water I desperately scavenged, she ate without hesitation, yet she looked down on me.
"Even among demons, one must maintain their dignity!"
"How can you grovel to the demons, it's truly disgraceful and cowardly!"
In the end, I starved to death. But Dayna, because of her noble and virtuous behavior, caught the eye of the Demon Sovereign and became his favorite.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my family was annihilated.
[2]
"Leanne, you have exceptional talent. Would you like to become my disciple and return with me to Sunset Peak?"
A familiar voice rang out above me.
I suddenly looked up and found myself in my ruined home.
My parents' bodies lay at the entrance, covered in blood, barely hidden by a torn white cloth.
Standing before me was the head of Sunset Peak.
Sunset Peak was the foremost of the Immortal Sect. To become an outer disciple, one had to pass numerous trials.
The term "Immortal Sect" was already something we ordinary people could only look up to, let alone the leader of the Immortal Sect, Sunset Peak.
Thus, what lay before me was a perfect opportunity to avenge my parents.
I remembered clearly that this day, when my family was annihilated, was the only time I saw him in my previous life.
That day, a young man had fallen for Dayna and wanted to marry her with great pomp, proclaiming his love in front of the entire neighborhood.
But Dayna, with her high standards, felt insulted by his proposal and angrily threw a teacup at him.
The teacup, made of fine porcelain, hit him squarely in a very sensitive spot, causing a bloody mess, and he fainted on the spot.
Dayna, terrified, fled in the ensuing chaos.
However, that young man was the only son of the city lord. His life was ruined by Dayna's actions.
In a furious rage, the city lord colluded with the already restless Demon Clan and wiped out my entire family.
My parents and the servants were savagely killed. I survived only because my parents hid me in the cellar.
It wasn't until dawn that Dayna stumbled back home.
Dayna and I were the only ones who survived the massacre.
But since the Demon Clan was involved and the city lord had left town with his son, the authorities couldn't find any evidence, and the deaths of my family members were left unresolved.
That same day, the head of Sunset Peak, who had come down the mountain to slay the demonic fiends, heard about our tragic situation and felt deep sympathy for Dayna and me.
He came to investigate and was astonished to discover my innate talent for swordsmanship.
And now, I heard Dayna's familiar, anguished voice: "Leanne, our parents' bodies are still warm, and you dare to be so heartless, without even mourning them? Are you so eager to curry favor and advance your own status?!"
She had said the same thing in my previous life.
At that time, my mind went blank, and I didn't even utter a word in my defense.
To others, it seemed like I had been exposed.
The head of Sunset Peak thus considered me disrespectful to my parents. Despite my exceptional talent, he considered my heart to be impure and never mentioned taking me as a disciple again.
The next day, Dayna was taken in as the head's last disciple, bypassing the usual ceremonies and brought into the Immortal Sect for training, all because she was deemed faithful and honorable.
I knew that once Dayna left, the city lord's revenge would fall upon me, so I pleaded with her to take me along.
But Dayna merely brushed my hands away: "The selection of disciples for the Immortal Sect requires numerous trials. If I break the rules and take you up, it would take away others' chances. It's too improper."
The head of Sunset Peak admired her even more, commending her for knowing her place, adhering to etiquette, and having noble character.
As for me, I became a complete "selfish person," looked down upon and scorned.
During the three years Dayna spent in the Immortal Sect, I was pursued by the city lord's men, my bones shattered, and I lost any chance of cultivating the Celestial Arts.
Three years later, at Dayna's disciple ceremony, I begged her to take me away, but the Demon Clan attacked again, capturing both Dayna and me, and imprisoning us in a dark dungeon.
I groveled and begged, just to get a scrap of food, a chance to survive.
I wasn't a cultivator. Without that meager bit of food, how could I live?
Dayna ate the food I had begged for, yet she looked down upon me, her eyes full of contempt and disdain.
"Even in the Demon Clan, one must live with dignity!"
"How can you grovel before the Demon Clan? It's completely shameless and spineless!"
Dayna's words reached the Demon Sovereign's ears, and I was denied any food, eventually starving to death in the dungeon.
Dayna, however, with her indomitable spirit, caught the Demon Sovereign's eye and became her trusted aide.
Dayna's words had once determined our very different fates.
This time, my fate would no longer be controlled by others.
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